Tyler looked around seeing that the concert was now over. "It was nice meeting you all. I'm sure I'll see you all again" the new Demi said before walking off stage leaving Tyler behind.

Once upon a time, a 14-year-old teenager named Tyler was left to look after his little sister who was a die-hard fan of Demi Lovato. Tyler wasn't particularly thrilled about it. After all, he liked rock music and preferred playing video games over watching a pop concert. Nevertheless, his job was to protect his little sister, and so he begrudgingly went along. They made their way to the gigantic concert hall, and his sister's excitement was palpable. Taking her hand tightly they entered the packed venue, the energy was contagious. As the music started, his little sister's eyes lit up with pure joy. Midway through a performance, Demi stopped singing. She scanned the crowd with twinkling eyes; then her gaze fell on Tyler. She extended her manicured hand towards him. "Thank you all for coming out tonight. I have a special surprise for all of you. The second you all entered the room, you were entered into a contest and we have a winner… and that is, you!" Demi said, pointing directly at Tyler. His sister screamed with ecstasy while Tyler stayed rooted, shocked. Under his sister's urging, and the audience's overwhelming cheers, Tyler sheepishly made his way onto the stage. Demi led him backstage, her glamorous heels in his worried sight. To his surprise, Demi pulled off her heels and swiftly switched them with Tyler's sneakers. "What are you doing?" Tyler asked, wincing at the sudden discomfort. "The winner of the contest gets to become the new Demi Lovato. So many female concert goers came, and yet you won. They'll be super jealous," she explained, gripping his toes to fit them into her shoes. "But I don't wanna be you," Tyler attempted a protest, but his words faded as sparkling sequined dress formed around him, replacing his casual outfit. His height increased, adapting to that of the popstar. His mind spun as memories that were not his own started to flood in. "Wait, why am I remembering your childhood?" Tyler asked fearfully, trying to hold onto his own past. Demi just smiled mysteriously and replied, "Can't have you revealing this to the fans." No matter how hard he tried to resist, his mind was morphing, reshaping into Demi's. The true Demi just stood there, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Tyler, or rather the new Demi, glanced nervously at the mirror, seeing his new reflection. A woman of glitz and glamour replaced a teenager with simple dreams. "Thank you so much, Demi. I've been wanting to perform music since I grew up back home in Albuquerque." His voice was different, there was no more Tyler. Her hands rested on her hourglass figure, signature Demi style, her smile reaching her eyes as the crowd loudly cheered, ready for the encore performance. The original Demi watched from backstage, satisfied with her creation. Her legacy would live on, in the form of a once unwilling teenager turned pop sensation. As for Tyler, he was now Demi Lovato, and there was no looking back. His previous life was no longer his, replaced entirely by the glitter and glory that came with being a pop star. Patting her replacement's shoulder, real Demi whispered, "Welcome to the world of glam and music, Demi."